Li Yuanhao couldn't understand Murong Ke, even if he burned his breath and forcibly raised his realm, she was not Murong Ke's opponent, but at this time, he took the initiative to get out of the way, could it be that there was a conspiracy in it.

"The girl doesn't have to worry too much, she has no malice in the next, she just suddenly sighed, she was sentimental, and she didn't want to insert the grievances of the Central Plains. With that, Murong Ge turned around and left, disappearing between the pavilions and pavilions.

Li Yuanhao adjusted his breath, walked slowly, walked through the Jinshi Tablet Forest, crossed the long bridge on Yanshui Lake, passed through the poetry hall, and arrived in front of the three-story building, the water in the Ping Pond had dried up, the small building was full of shriveled creepers, the flower garden in front of the small building had also withered, the soil was scorched, and there was no vitality in the past。

reunited with her, the reality is indeed separated by heaven and man, yin and yang.

Li Yuanhao looked up and looked ahead, a figure fell into view, and the Holy Duke of Nanliang Yan stood alone in front of the flower garden, stopped and stood, bowed his head and pondered,

"Kong Mo!" Li Yuanhao shouted, forcibly lifted the residual breath in his body, and appeared behind Kong Mo in one step, raising his knife with both hands, and slashed hard: "Give me back my life first!"

Kong Mo turned around slightly, and grabbed Li Yuanhao's blade with his fingers: "Xiao Wei is your husband? ”

"This pig and dog are not as good as the thing, you are also worthy!" Li Yuanhao pressed the knife in his hand heavily, but it was difficult to make any progress: "Mr. has great righteousness, what are you!"

"Righteousness?" Kong Mo's face suddenly showed a trace of hideousness: "Everyone tells me righteousness, why doesn't anyone think that what I say and do is righteousness?!"

Taking a step forward, Li Yuanhao felt that a coercion suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, pressing on her body, weighing thousands of catties.

"Xiao Wei has not walked out of the magic barrier for ten years, and he can't tell right from wrong, because he can't conclude that I am wrong, God has said to me that there are two words to destroy the hole, I follow the heaven's decree and conform to the will of heaven, why can't it be righteousness?!" Kong Mo flicked his two fingers and flicked on the blade of the knife.

A huge breath passed directly into Li Yuanhao's body through the blade, and it exploded, and there was a tremor in the sea of snow mountain qi, as if there were signs of collapse.

Kong Mo was well-dressed, his big sleeves were fluttering, and his breath was agitated, like a valley overflowing with strong winds, and with a light lifting of two fingers, Li Yuanhao's body kept retreating.

"I, Kong Mo, is the people of the world, worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth, the history books are famous, and they are eternal, I don't take it to heart, the saint is innocent, and the goose has left a name, and I Kong Mo has never cared, but why does no one understand me?" Kong Mo swept in front of Li Yuanhao, smashed on the blade with a punch, Li Yuanhao couldn't bear the huge impact, his body fell through the poetry hall, jumped over the Dacheng Hall, and was blasted out of the Sage Academy by a punch.

Li Yuanhao couldn't stop his body, and in the process of retreating, a big red shirt suddenly swept into the city from the north gate of the holy city, the red clothes were erratic, like the red-clothed female ghost in the daytime, demonic and ghostly, looking even more terrifying and gloomy, where the female ghost in red passed, people turned on their backs, and the few remaining heavy cavalry in the thousand golden soldiers were blocked by the red-clothed female ghost's travel route, and the people and horses were divided in an instant, turning into a pile of flesh and blood, and fell to the ground in a stumbling manner.

The female ghost in red doesn't seem to be fast, but in fact it is as fast as thunder, leaving an afterimage in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it is behind Li Yuanhao, the slender and slender ten fingers are like sharp blades, stabbing at Li Yuanhao's back with a gloomy wind, this figure is flamboyant and hidden, flamboyant because when entering the city, the whole city can be seen, the red clothes are like blood, hidden because Li Yuanhao can't see it, and he can't feel the existence of the other party at all, and he can't feel the breath at all.

Seeing that the female ghost in red made a move, she suddenly stopped her figure, and began to retreat without hesitation, taking lotus steps under her feet, one step at a time, and even three points faster than when she came.

At this time, people found that at the three feet of the female ghost in red, a three-inch long flying sword was in hot pursuit, the flying sword had no handle, only the sword body, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, never leaving the center of the female ghost in red.

The female ghost in red entered the city quickly and left the city quickly, but in a breath, she came and went, and swept out from the north of the Holy City.

The holy city has only one city gate, facing the north, straight to the Northern Wei Dynasty, which means swearing to live and die together in the Southern Liang and leaving no back road.

After the red clothes retreated, a gray dress fell behind Li Yuanhao, and he said softly: "Be careful." Then his body became ethereal and swept towards the north of the city.

Two years ago, when the Tai State entered Tai'an City, the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Southern Liang Dynasty had a water battle, in which a gray-clothed man appeared in the Northern Wei Army like a divine soldier, and every time the two armies fought, this person could always be seen, but no one had seen his face and knew his identity.

The gray clothes swept out of the holy city, and stood opposite the red-clothed female ghost: "The first killer of Nanliang, Duan Hongsleeve." ”

One sentence said through the identity of the other party, the thin veil on the face of the woman in red moved with the wind, under a veil, a half of the cheeks of a man and a woman, adding to the eerie horror, that face The man was sad, dull and wooden, the woman was happy, wearing thick makeup, sad and joyful, and the man and woman were undecided: "Ah, I was recognized, but I don't know your identity, so distressed!"

The voice is also both male and female, coming out of a mouth, unspeakably terrifying: "You went out of the city to contain me, the purpose is to protect the woman, but I don't know that she is the most dangerous at this time, and there are already people in the Qiu family who are ambushed in the holy city, just waiting to take the head of the mysterious woman, don't you go into the city to protect?"

"Duan Hongsleeve, are you talking about the Qiu family's group of waste? A group of fools who are eager for quick success and quick profit, and they are also disappointed that they are the eight great families of Nanliang, and they can't even take out a decent Divine Heaven Realm master, and only twenty-eight ordinary heavenly people are dispatched. "In a small forest within thirty miles north of the Holy City, twenty-eight Qiu family masters were all cut off their heads and hung on the big locust tree, becoming veritable lonely ghosts.

The gray-clothed man's face was covered with a black cloth, but a pair of eyes were crooked, as if he was smiling: "Back then, you pierced your beloved with a sword, and made you who you are today, you smeared half of your face as a woman to remember her who fell into hell, and you are not like a ghost, and a person is not like a human, how is it like all these years? And that Nangong Qi, is it the heir left by that woman?" You used her, let her go into danger alone, deceived her body and deceived her heart, but you hid and sat on the fisherman's profit, and finally let her die under your sword, in your arms, what a vicious scheming. ”

Duan Hongsleeve's men are more sad, women are more happy, and the joys and sorrows are all in it, as if they are crying bitterly, and they seem to be laughing: "Hahaha, hahaha, excellent agitation, you, go to death!"

The big red sleeves swept up, like a ghost and a ghost, swept towards the gray-clothed man.